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Monday, December 17, 2012

I first "met" Rodney Lacroix, aka "Moooooog35," aka "Midget Man of Steel," aka "Mental Poo," aka "Stop hanging out where I work it's starting to creep me out" a couple of years ago. We had commented on each other's blogs for a while, and then he put out a request for guest bloggers at one point and I replied with the following:

I saw that you were looking for guest posters a few days ago. Then I went to your FB page again today to try to find the request and it was no longer there. Or I overlooked it. Let's see...I'm a procrastinator and/or careless...frankly...who WOULDN'T want me as a guest poster on their blog?

When I first read your request I thought, "Cool. I could totally be like Joan Rivers when she used to guest host the Tonight Show." (Please note that I am comparing your blog to the Tonight Show comedy institution. In the years when it was funny, even. This is not at all an attempt to kiss your ass so that you pick me as one of your guest bloggers. I would never stoop that low.) Unrelated...did you receive the muffin basket?

So, if you are still looking for guest bloggers...I'd like to be considered. If not, I'll just take this opportunity to say "Hi". Um...."Hi."

Absolutely would LOVE to have you guest post. Feel free to send me whatever you want (I have no doubt it would be funny) and I'll replace a Friday post with it (would run Friday noon - Sunday morning plus the Sunday recap).

If that sounds good, let me know. The 80 grand, though, um..yeah.

SO not happening.

Best I can swing is, like, 75k...but I know you're a stickler with the 'all or nothing' so I guess that's off the table.

How can you not love this guy? AND? In addition to his very funny blog, he has now written his first book. Trust me when I tell you that after a few stories, you, too, will be sucked into the Poo vortex. (That sounded better in my head.) (Aside: I never did end up guest posting. I'm adorable in the way I over-promise and under-deliver.)

And even though major celebrities are endorsing his book and he doesn't need me, I'm shilling away anyway, because he's hysterical.